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a collection of short stories following our sweet friends in the world of fons
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i'll be like one of your girls by lunardreams (rainesque) for salsaa
Fandoms: Dungeons & Dragons (Roleplaying Game)
09 Jan 2026
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“Let me,” Cotton whispered, ignoring the glare Candy shot her before kneeling down between the aasimar’s legs. She placed the delicate pink ankle in her lap, slowly sliding the garment up the smooth expanse of Candy’s leg, over her knee and pushing her dress further out of the way. “A pretty thing like you shouldn’t be doing all this by yourself, little pearl.”
Or, Candy can't help but be weak to the wiles of her tiefling friend, even after weeks of radio silence.
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You'll be Alright (No One Can You Hurt You Now) by salsaa
Fandoms: Original Work, Dungeons & Dragons (Roleplaying Game)
19 Apr 2025
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In the depths of Cania, a blue tiefling learns what it means to survive.
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please, hurry, leave me, i can’t breathe by lunardreams (rainesque)
Fandoms: Dungeons & Dragons (Roleplaying Game)
18 Apr 2025
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In this moment of stasis, she’s back in Las Carreiras. She’s back in the black cobblestones of the Lower Slums, she’s haggling for 5 nickels off a loaf of bread, she’s throwing in an extra charm into Blitz’ pile for free, she’s hearing the familiar creak of the floorboard at the Thieves’ Guild when her heels apply too much pressure on it. She walks past the warmth of the fireplace, the embrace of careless laughter and the smell of booze permeating the air as she makes her way through the crowds, through her people. The cool air dries the sweat clinging to the back of her neck as she climbs up the staircase to her apartment, the one that wasn’t really hers at all.
She’s loved Las Carreiras.
Or, Candy reflects on what love actually means to her.
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with the moon as our witness by salsaa
Fandoms: Original Work, Dungeons & Dragons (Roleplaying Game)
18 Apr 2025
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Somewhere, on the edges of her mind did she remember how it felt to be alive. She remembers the colors that bled into her eyes. She remembers the sounds that muted her ears. She remembers the scent of fire. She remembers the feather light touch of death.
And she tastes a name that forms around her cracked lips, a small breath finally taken as reverent as a prayer.
“...Candy”
Or: Candy tries apologizing for her mistakes and Cotton longs to understand.